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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.