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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Moebius,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.