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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.