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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.