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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.