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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.