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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.