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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.