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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.