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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.