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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.