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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
cv313,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.