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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.