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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
UT,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.