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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
UT,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.