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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.