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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.