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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.