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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.