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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.