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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.