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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.