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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.