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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.