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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.