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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.