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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.