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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Deakin,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.