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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Trojans,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.