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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.