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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.