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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.