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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.