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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.