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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
MC5,
Index,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.