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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.