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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Monks,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.