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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
cv313,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.