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 Cyprus 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.