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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.