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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.