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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Television,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.