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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
June Days,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.