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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.