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 Spain 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Television,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.