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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.