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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
This Heat,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.