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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.