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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Liliput,
John Cale,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
UT,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.