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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.