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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.