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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Can,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.