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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.