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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.