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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.