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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 June Days to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Mars,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
DNA,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.