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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.