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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.