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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
The Cure,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.