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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.