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 San Marino and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.