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 Togo and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.