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 Oman 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
X-101,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.