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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Black Flag,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.