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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.