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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.