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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.