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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.