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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.