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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
cv313,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.