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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lyres 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.