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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the grime 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
the Association,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Pole,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.