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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.