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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.