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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.