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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.