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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Busters,
June of 44,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.