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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.