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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
JFA,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.