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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cowsills to the dance 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.