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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.