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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.