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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
cv313,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.