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 India and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.