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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Monks,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.