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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.