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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.