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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Visage,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.