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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.