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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Slave,
John Holt,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.