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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.