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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.