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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.