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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.