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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.