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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.