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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.