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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.