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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.