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 Angola and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.