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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.