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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.