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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.