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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Index,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.