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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Faust,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.