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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.