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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.