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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.