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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.