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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.