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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.