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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.