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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Can,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.