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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.