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 Marshall Islands 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.