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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.