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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.