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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.