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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.