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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.