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 San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.