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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.