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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.