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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.