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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.