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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.