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 Bulgaria 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Supertramp,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.