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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.