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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.