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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
the Association,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.