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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Television Personalities 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.