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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.