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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.