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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.