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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Can,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.