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 Palau and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.