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 France and from Johannesburg.
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 Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Wire,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.