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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.