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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Technova,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.