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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.