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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Slave,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.