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 Spain 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.