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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.