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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Oneida,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.