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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Television,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.