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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.