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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.