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 Burundi and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.