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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.