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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.