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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.