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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.