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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
The Busters,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.