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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Interpol,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.