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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Index 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 crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.