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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.