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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.