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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Magazine,
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.