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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.