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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
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.