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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.