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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
June Days,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.