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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
ABC,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.