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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terry Callier 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Technova,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.