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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.