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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Hashim,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.