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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.