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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.