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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.