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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.