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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.