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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.