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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.