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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.