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 Iran and from Houston.
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 Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.