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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.