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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.