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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.