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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.