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 Moldova and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.