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 Dominica and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Janne Schatter 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.