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 Turkmenistan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.