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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.