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 Bhutan and from London.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.