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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.