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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.