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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.