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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.