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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.