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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monolake to the crunk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.