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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Techniques to the disco 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.