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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Move,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.