Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Serbia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by PIL. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.