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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.