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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.