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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.