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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.