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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Faust,
The Evens,
10cc,
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.