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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez 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 jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.