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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.