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 Belarus and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
The Names,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.