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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.