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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Darondo,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.