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 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.