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 France and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Urselle to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Roxette,
Neu!,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.