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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
Q65,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.