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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.