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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.