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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.