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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.