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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.