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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.