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 China and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.