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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.