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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.