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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.