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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.