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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.