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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.