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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.