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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.