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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.