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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.