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 Samoa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.