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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.