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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Fear,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.