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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.