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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.