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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.