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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.