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 Italy and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.