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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.