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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Erasure,
The Evens,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.