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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.