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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.