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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.