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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.