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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Slave,
The Index,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
UT,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.