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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.