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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.