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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Moebius,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.