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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.