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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.