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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Inner City,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.