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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.