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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
cv313,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.