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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Q65,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.