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 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
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The Gories,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
The Remains,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.