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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.