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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.