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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
JFA,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.