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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.