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 East Timor and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.