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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Pole,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.