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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.