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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.