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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.