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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.