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 China and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.