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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Nas,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.