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 Portugal 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Flipper,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.