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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Nico,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.