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 Australia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Smog,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.