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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 a-ha 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.