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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Fear,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.