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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.