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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.