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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.