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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.