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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.