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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
John Holt,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.