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 India and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Wire,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.