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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Television,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.