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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.