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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.