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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.