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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.