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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.