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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.