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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
CMW,
Chrome,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.