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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.