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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.