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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 dance 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Roxette,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.