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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.