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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson 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?
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.