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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.