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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.