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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.