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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.