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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.