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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.