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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Franke,
World's Most,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.