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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.