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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Fear,
The Busters,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.