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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.