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 Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.