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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.