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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.