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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.