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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Monks,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.