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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.