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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.