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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.