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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the crunk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.