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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.