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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
CMW,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.