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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.