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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.