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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.