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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kenny Larkin to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
AZ,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.