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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.