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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.