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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.