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 Chad and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.