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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Wings,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.