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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.