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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
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Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.