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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
The Fall,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
New Order,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.