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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.