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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.