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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.