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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.