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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.