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 United States and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.