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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.