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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.