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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.