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 Azerbaijan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.