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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.