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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
the Association,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.