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 Comoros and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Mars,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.