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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.