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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.