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 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.