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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.