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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.