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 Japan 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.