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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.