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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.