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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.