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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.