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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All New Order 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 dance 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.