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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.