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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Smog,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.