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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gong,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.