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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.