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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Faust,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.