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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.