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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.