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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Cluster,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Brick,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.