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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.