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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.