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 Romania 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.