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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.