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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Technova,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.