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 India and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.