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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Durutti Column 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.