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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.