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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.