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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.