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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Yaz,
UT,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.