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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.