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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Crime,
The Smoke,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.