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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.