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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.