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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.