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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Can,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.