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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
The Cure,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.