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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.