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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
MC5,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
The Associates,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.