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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.