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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.