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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.