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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.