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 Kosovo 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 marimba 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.