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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.