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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.