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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Organ,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.