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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.