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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.