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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.