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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.