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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
The Names,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.