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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Magma,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.