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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 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 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.