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 Jamaica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.