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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Faust,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
10cc,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.