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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.