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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Offenders 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Slave,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.