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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Faust,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Wire,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.