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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.