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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 UT to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.