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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.