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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.