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 Hungary and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.