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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Ronan,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.