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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.