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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.