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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.