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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.