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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.