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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.