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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skriet,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.