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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.