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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.