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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.