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 France and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Martian to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
DNA,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.