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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.