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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.