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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.