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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.