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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.