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 Palau and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.