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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Can,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.