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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.