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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.