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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.