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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.