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 Panama 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.