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 France and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.