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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 presents Echospace to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
World's Most,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.