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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Ten City,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.