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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.