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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.