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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soul Sonic Force 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.