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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
June of 44,
Scion,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.