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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
The Names,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.