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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.