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 Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.