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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.