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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.