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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.