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 Israel 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.