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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.