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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.