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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.