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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.