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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.