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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.