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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.