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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.