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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.