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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.