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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.