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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.