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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
EPMD,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.