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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Can,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.