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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Brick,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
The Index,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.