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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.