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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Visage,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.