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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.