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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.