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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.