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 Eritrea 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.