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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.