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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.