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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.