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 Iran and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Faust,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.