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 India and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Nas,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.