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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.