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 Brunei and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.