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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Television,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.