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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.