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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.