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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.