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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.