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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Monks,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.