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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.