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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.