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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Ronan,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.