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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.