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 France and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.