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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.