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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Index,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.