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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.