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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.