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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.