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 France and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pagans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.