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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.