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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.