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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.