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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.