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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.