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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.