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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.