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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.