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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Organ,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.