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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.