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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
the Association,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
The Victims,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.