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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.