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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Television,
The Human League,
The Index,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.