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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.