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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.