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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.