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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.