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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.