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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.