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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.