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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.