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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
PIL,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.