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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.