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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.