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 Canada and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.