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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Slave,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.