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 Cuba and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Wire,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.