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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.