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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.