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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.