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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.