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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Skriet,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.