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 Botswana 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.