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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.